22194

Isabella found another oddity.

Well, it wasn't quite obvious at first, but it kind of happened. At that point, she shouldn't really be that surprised anymore. Her children were all special, this plant was special. Genius children were raised in the most beloved way, both fulfilling and unconditional. That, and…

When did Norman started calling Ray 'big brother,' again?

"Big brother, did you break the machine again?" Norman had made a subtle pout, trotting behind the raven haired child. Ray was holding on to an open book, eyes leaving the page to meet Norman's blue ones.

He made a serious expression, voice hushed and quiet. "Don't tell Mama."

Norman grinned. "Okie."

"Ray..." Isabella stood right in front of them, arms crossed and a frown on her face.

Said Ray went pale.

"Ack! It's Mama! Let's run, Allu-ah, Norman!"

The two kids quickly ran through the halls, tiny feet hitting the wooden boards of the floor. Isabella sighed, hand rubbing against the side of her head.

"Mama?" Emma trotted over to Isabella, head tilting as her hair antenna bounced about. Isabella smiled softly at the little girl, giving Emma a gentle pat on the head.

"No, it's nothing, Emma," Isabella said, pushing a few stray strands of orange to the back of Emma's ear.

Pausing for a moment, Emma suddenly brightened up, as if figuring out a rather difficult jigsaw puzzle. "Ray pets Norman's head all the time, too! Just like Mama!"

Isabella strained her smile harder.

I was originally going to make this a one-shot, but then I forgot to check the complete button haha-sorry. So here's another chapter to the 81194 verse!

(Lol I knew about Killua and Ray but-Alluka and Norman no way-)

Thank you for reading! This will be a three-part story.

Their footsteps, well, Ray's, was quiet. Quiet, to the point that you couldn't even hear it. Glancing to her children, Isabella let go of a breath. In contrast to Ray, Norman was a lot louder. Emma, though... Yeah.

She shouldn't really be concerned about these tiny quirks, however. As much as she wanted these children to live as long and normal as possible... This was still a farm, no matter the affection she showered them in.

"Mama, Mama. Play chess with us!" Norman beamed at her, pulling on her sleeve. Ray looked a bit concerned, Isabella noted (that's... new), but she decided to simply smile back.

"Of course, Norman. Shall we play?"